I wish I wanted to be a banker. It’s the season that all my
friends are landing their internships at banks with fancy names. Many of these
internships will lead to job offers after graduation. These offers will lead to
latterly six digit salaries and steady pay increases. This still doesn’t appeal
to me.

I will be sending my resumes not to Wall Street, but to
startups in grown men’s, parent’s basements. The odds are, wherever I apply
won’t be open when I graduate. If they are still in the black at that point,
the odds of them having 6 digits in the bank are slim. And the odds of me ending up me ending up
with six digits: even slimmer. But… for some reason none of this deters me.

This could be partially because I’m naïve. I can’t fathom
the terrible odds of making it in Silicon Valley. This could be partially
because I identify more with the winners I’ve met than the losers that I know.
I think the main reason is because I love building things.